Open Post for S&M!verse

[standsonhigh]

Yes, S&M, cause we love terrible BDSMy puns. Seriously, try to find a verse name that isn't a little smutty. I dare you.

Just put all the relevant information in the subject line. So when in the timeline and which universe aka Whoniverse or the Wizarding world.

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[liquidsky]

Barty shrugged and knelt down next to Regulus, one hand against the wall on either side of his face as he caught his eyes, his voice low. Low enough to be intimate, but not low enough to not be heard by the Master.

"It will be bad, Regulus. But trust me, it can always, always get worse." He lowered one hand, all of a sudden pressing it down between Regulus' legs. Leaning forward he whispered into his ear, their cheeks brushing against each other. "In ways you can't even imagine."

[snakesroarquietly]

Sunny positive outlook. Yes, that was what had him give a high-pitched shriek the moment Barty's hand so unexpectedly ended up between his legs. "Merlin!" he yelled and wrapped his hands around the chains to give himself some leverage to scramble backwards. He barely managed a few inches before his back hit the stone wall.

He had been determined to suffer the inevitable with dignity, but he had been prepared for pain. He shook his head rapidly, never mind the nausea.

His eyes, wide and frantic, searched out the Master. "Master! This is not... Please, this is hardly..." What had he said? Give him what he had been expecting? "This isn't what I expected and I'm not," he swallowed hard, "I'm not defeatist, just..." Please call the lunatic lapdog off. Please. "I never disobeyed you!"

[standsonhigh]

Huh, that was fast. Barty was such a good boy, he knew how to scare the hell out of all these Death Eaters. With a grin on his face, he set his tea aside and climbed out of his chair, moving closer to Barty so he could get a good look at their latest victim. "You think I'm not a very good leader, don't you? That my cause is spotty and conflicting with yours and that I'm bad at magic. Not really leader material, is it?"

He didn't know that this was exactly what Regulus thought but most thought it so he naturally assumed. Because he'd seen it, in the hallway, that look in his eyes. The pinched look. He didn't want the Master. And that was going to have to be changed.

"You almost very nearly sneered at me when I asked you if you had a wand. And it only got worse from there," the Master remarked, having clearly taken note of a lot of the little things. He'd spend thousands of years reading people, he could see dismay when it was there. "I thought that was very rude. But don't worry, Barty was rude once and I made him better. He knows exactly how to fix others."

[liquidsky]

Barty moved to the side, sitting down next to Regulus and casually patting his thigh, but no longer between him and the Master. He knew the Master liked to talk, so it was a good thing he'd gotten Regulus to seem more receptive.

"You know, Master, Regulus comes from a very old, very rich family. Sole heir, these days." He shrugged. "No one told him yet that blood doesn't matter anymore, unless you're bleeding out."

He curled his fingers in, mostly just to make sure Regulus couldn't forget the presence of his hand, and fell back into silence. This was fun to watch.

[snakesroarquietly]

He grit his teeth and the muscles in his leg twitched. If only he could slap away the offensive hand. Break it, maybe. Yes, breaking it sounded good. He had never developed a taste for torture, no matter how hard he tried, but Barty might yet change his mind.

"Blood matters, you..." He cut himself off just before he could call him a blood traitor. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to inhale. Exhale. Store the panic at the back of his mind so he could think again, for as little time he had left with his wits about him. Which would be worse? To be reduced to a blubbering fool or a blood traitor?

It was Barty who didn't matter. A mere slave, just as they all were slaves, but that didn't mean you have to rejoice in it. There was such a thing as pride. He tilted his head back, only feeling a mere twinge of resentment that he had to look up at the Master towering over him. There was no challenge in his grey eyes, but pride oh yes, pride there was, mixed and diluted by fear but impossible to miss. "I don't think you're a bad leader," he said frankly, "you are great, powerful... and cruel." His lips twitched into a bitter smile at that. "But blood doesn't matter to you. I debased myself to serve a goal greater than me or my family. Now I remain a slave, but for no greater goal." His fingers curled around the chains once more as his body tensed in preparation for the punishment that was bound to follow. He clenched his teeth to hold back the pleas threatening to bubble up in him. He had never been good at heroic defiance. "And yet I serve. I serve you." Why was it never enough?

[standsonhigh]

The Master couldn't help it, he didn't mean to be cruel-- well, no, he really did, but it wasn't always intentional. And the rather mocking laughter that burst out wasn't his fault, Regulus just shouldn't of said such stupid things. Clearly some humans just didn't grasp how little their blood matters. Or their name or their title or whatever else they clung to. The only thing that mattered was their cause and who they were serving. And if they didn't like either, they had to have the balls to say it. And if they died, oh well, that's what pride did.

The Master had died for his causes more than once.

The laughter calmed down and the Master shook his head in disbelief, moving in closer to crouch down in front of this silly little human. Time for a little story. "Did you know, in the 45th century, that blood is a high trading product. People who feed off blood or just happen to find it a turn on will go around blackmarket space stations and buy it. The highest priced blood are for those who was considered pure and the lowest is for common or 'dirty' blood. Guess where humans always fall? Because, lets be honest here, years of evolution and fucking each other and everything else that moves like rampant animals mean that no one is pure these days, especially not you."

Humans were diluted and wrong, they were basically just mutant apes. Mutant apes with so many diseases and cancers. Not like Time Lords, who were basically made out of a perfect system so no one was born sick, ill or weak. Looming was genetic perfection really.

"Blood doesn't matter unless you're drinking it or fucking in it like a strange pervert," Which was actually a big thing in the 47th century... lesson learmned there, never agree to a blood orgy. It was quite the sight. "And yours doesn't matter. The fact that you think your blood holds any sway is why you're here. You could be as loyal as Barty but I just hate delusion. It's embarrassing to watch! You wizards and your flawed prejudices need crushing."